Home

Home is a pile of bricks, made from reconstituted Cotswolds stone. I live in a bungalow built in 1966, the same year I was born. When we moved to this place, we stripped the building and re-used all the materials apart from this small pile of bricks. Working with the materials that were part of the original bungalow was a way for me to reflect on my own point in time, and what the idea of “home” means, in the flux of space and time. In one sense, the stones feel permanent, and are as old as time; in another they are recent creations – the stone has been processed, re-formed, reconstituted, forming an aspirational and somewhat fake material. As a form, they appear fixed and solid, a play on the enduring ideal of the “country pile,” but they are only a temporary configuration. They are leftovers, in transit, in process, demolished and reconstructed, returning repeatedly to dust.